Yesterday was New Year’s Day, and we went to the church we’ve been visiting, but we were 45 minutes late (by accident, but really, it was kind of a blessing), and then Joel fell asleep, and we wanted him to keep napping, so we drove through a buffalo farm, and there was a baby buffalo breastfeeding, so it kind of reminded me of myself, and the buffalo farm involved narrow roads with huge drop offs a la Colorado, except the cliffs were markedly less high (like feet versus thousands of feet), so I feared Mark would drive off the road, so I texted Mark’s sister’s husband, a paramedic-in-training who regularly sees fatal crashes, and asked, “Would you ever trust Mark to drive you through Colorado?” And he was like, “Is there a parachute in the car?” And I was like, “Oh, shit.” Continue reading
People who suck
Conversations I don’t want to have with people I don’t want to talk to
I don’t want to be asked about how my big house feels with three people living in it now. It feels pretty fucking awful and awesome at the same time. Because there should be four of us living in it, though we’re still lucky to have the three of us, living and healthy, I suppose. But really, you don’t want to stop for long enough to hear me out with my complicated answer, so I’ll just continue to stare at you blankly while you assume everything’s great. Continue reading
The 16 shittiest things people said this year
Turn on your television during the days between Christmas and New Year’s, and you’ll quickly notice all of the “best of the year” lists – 100 funniest reality TV moments, 25 most dramatic plays in sports, 10 best songs, etc., etc., etc. So, as we conclude 2015, I’m posting a similar list – the 16 shittiest things people said this year, to me or others, regarding Matthew’s death. Continue reading
19 reasons I quit Facebook… forever.
“You should post the link to the petition on Facebook,” I tell Mark one morning. Continue reading
People who suck
“I’m sorry. I just can’t. It’ll destroy me,” I tell my boss, following advice received in response to texts sent minutes prior. Continue reading
Open letter to that oh-so-smug woman from my neighborhood
When I was pregnant with Matthew, this obnoxious woman ambushed me as I was sitting on my front porch. She was super aggressive. After our encounter, I managed to write her off as that “crazy woman from my neighborhood with no social skills”. Continue reading
Oh no she didn’t…
In the very early days, I avoided the mailbox. This was because I rarely got out of bed. Hell, I was barely functioning. Brushing my teeth, showering, eating, and maybe taking a walk was all I could hope to accomplish. Besides, I already knew what was in the mailbox… So I let others bring in the cards. Continue reading